Paranoid From The Bikie Weed Allday

[Intro: Allday]
Yeah, I'm paranoid all the

[Verse 1: Allday]
Fuck all the mixxy flows, really though
I wanna talk, not just send each other videos
Back in '04, spitting raps in a flip phone
To an anti-fashion icon, the kid grown
Vogue mags on my coffee table
To the grave via bad bitches from the cradle
They used to talk shit but it wasn't fatal
I'm still here, although I'm off the rails
Like a phoenix, scenic route touring Winnebago
I wish I could be around more but I'm the big dog
Glenn Rob thinking 'bout all this
When something happened, I would be in town for it
Not anymore though
Guess I got sick, it all started with Monet
I was friend zoned like Gordo
Now I'm Peter North in a porno, bitch swallow, but
In between we smoke weed and drink rum
I rarely come home and never ring Mum
And fuck, and you'd be mad while I'm tryna think up
Excuses in a stupor when I couldn't get my thing up
All these feelings I can't bring up
Is this real, are we a thing? Mystery sucks